Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

He didn't wait for Shen Que's answer to this sentence.

But then the light in the room went out, and Qi Sui was stimulated to the point of drifting in the desire for alcohol.

It was deep and cold in the middle of the night, and in the side house in Xiyuan, the intermittent crying of the young man started again and again, startling the birds on the branches outside the house.

"back."

"The first rule of the Shen family is that you are not allowed to have intimate relationships with foreigners."

"The Shen family, the second rule of the family is that you are not allowed to participate in gun smuggling and trafficking."

"The Shen family is the third in line...ah, Shen Que, no!"

"..."

"The Shen family, the sixth family rule... ugh!"

Unable to recite the rest of the family rules, Qi Sui's tears soaked into the red hijab beside his ears, leaving wet marks on them.

His breathing was rapid and his hair stood on end, alternating between waves of pain and pleasure.

Every sound that emerged suddenly became fragmented.

Qi Sui began to beg for mercy, trying to end the fight.

"Shen Que...I, I can't do it anymore. I won't drink anymore. I really won't drink next time. Ah...please let me go, let me go. It's too heavy! Really..."

"Let you go? But-"

Shen Que stretched out his voice and bent down.

He grabbed the red hijab on the side of the bed and covered the boy's head.

It seemed as if a solemn and mysterious handover ceremony was being completed.

In the deep and hot night, Shen Que's low and hoarse tone came out.

"I remember you last time. Didn't I say that you were good at your job? Why didn't I notice it after so long?"

"..."

Shen Que gave him another lesson to punish him for his rudeness.

Finally, he was sentenced to death.

"Let go of crying tonight and continue to recite. Don't stop until you finish reciting."

-

In the twelfth lunar month of the 18th year of the Republic of China, Nanyang warlords were fighting in a melee. The famine war caused by Peiping gradually spread to Shanghai.

The once bustling streets were crowded with victims fleeing famine, but they disappeared overnight, causing panic.

On this day, the Shen family received a secret letter from a close relative in Peiping.

The famine is serious this time. Nanyang warlords invade Shanghai in an attempt to expand the war. They are likely to face an unprecedented catastrophe.

There are now many low-class families in Shanghai, and these are very likely to become the stepping stone for Nanyang warlords to burn, kill, and loot.

When Shen Que received this secret letter, the ancestral hall was filled with members of the Shen family.

They all looked solemn, knowing full well what they were going to face.

Shen Chongming held the crutch in his hand, knocked it heavily on the ground, and said with righteous indignation:

"My Shen family has been in Shanghai a hundred years ago, how can we abandon our armor because of this trivial matter! Even if I die, I will die guarding the Shen family's house!

If any of you want to pack your bags and run away, just run away! Lest you lose your life when the time comes! But don’t say you are from the Shen family when you go out. There are no bad guys in the Shen family! "

As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly became quiet.

Doesn't this mean that they should choose between fate and justice?

People of the older generation stick to the faith in their hearts and naturally choose to stay.

But the younger ones basically chose to save their lives. Without saying much, they went back to the house and started packing.

The sky is high and the road is far, as long as you are not in Shanghai, you can survive anywhere.

Slowly, the people in the ancestral hall walked away and dispersed.

For a while, only a few elders were left, sitting in silence.

Shen Que's emotions gradually fermented in the curls of cigarettes, and the secret letter in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly lift it.

They still live in two separate gardens, separated by a huge wall.

Shen Que originally said that he would climb over the wall to find him tonight.

Later, I looked at the high wall and thought about it, but I still couldn't find the ladder hidden in the corner.

Qi Sui waited until midnight, chatting with Wei Ting but still didn't see Shen Que coming.

He was a little worried, "Is something going to happen to Shen Que?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Shen Que hasn't been to the drug store in recent days, and he doesn't even leave the door. What can happen to him!"

Qisui thought about it and still felt it was inappropriate.

He stood up suddenly.

"No, I have to go find him. If he dies in the house, I have to collect his body."

Wei Ting hurriedly caught up and asked hurriedly from behind:

"Why are you in such a hurry? Have you considered what I told you? Come with me to fight! If we join forces, we will definitely be invincible in the world!"

This was said to him a hundred and eighty times.

Qi Sui looked impatient and was going crazy from being tortured.

"Stop asking, I'm not going. I want to be with Shen Que!"

"Small love is not worth mentioning, but great love for family and country is the purpose!"

The situation of the Anti-Japanese War has become increasingly serious recently, with victims fleeing hooligans from all over the country, and people are missing in Shanghai. Something big must have happened!

As a participant in this operation, Wei Ting has the right to find out the truth!

Qi Sui glanced at him lightly and motioned to him, "Squat down."

Wei Ting stood still and said reluctantly:

"Promise me first. You see how good your skills are. There will be no problem! Let's fight together..."

"Squat down." Qi Sui said in a deep voice.

Wei Ting obediently squatted down.

Qi Sui skillfully stepped on his knee, and Wei Ting stood up again and climbed up the tall wall neatly.

Qi Sui was still on the wall and didn't jump down.

Wei Ting raised his head again, held his hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted at him, "Brother Society, think about it! It's useless to rely on men, we have to rely on ourselves!"

"..."

After decades of this, he will definitely be a PUA master.

Qi Sui was too lazy to pay attention to him and jumped off the wall.

The lights in Shen Que's room were still on.

Qi Sui stepped up the steps in twos and twos, shouted his name in a crisp voice, and pushed the door open.

"Suisui..."

Shen Que was obviously stunned when he saw him.

The pen in his hand fell on the table.

He quickly grabbed the booklet beside him and pressed it on what he was writing as if to hide it.

"What are you doing? Didn't I say you would come to Xiyuan tonight? It's so late, but you didn't come."

Qi Sui walked to his side, put her palms on the man's shoulders and rubbed them gently, but her eyes fell on the small movements in his hands.

Shen Que said in a low voice: "Something happened temporarily..."

"What is it? Am I important?"

Shen Que sat in his seat blankly for half a minute.

His breath was disordered, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

He said dryly: "Suisui, do you know about the recent invasion of Shanghai by Nanyang warlords?"

Qisui nodded.

"Wei Ting told me, what's wrong?"

He didn't take it seriously, after all, it had nothing to do with him.

Shen Que shook his hand and paused slightly.

"The Shen family may not be able to escape this disaster this time, and a century-old foundation may be burned to the ground."

After a while, Shen Que finally raised his head and looked at the young man above.

Verbatim:

"The Shen family is a low-income family with no background in Shanghai, so today in the ancestral hall, the Shen family asked everyone who wanted to survive to leave."

Qi Sui had a vague premonition and his face froze.

"So, what do you mean?"

"You go back to Qi's house and get out of here."